Wide-open spaces
Rustle of a breeze
Through timeless grass
Birdsong
In flight
Above, and out, and over
And down-along the meadow
Salt sand lies baking
Cracked earth
On barren beaches
Far reach
To past civilisations
Stationed
In retreat
Hillsides
Rolling down
By green, wheat grass
The corn
Not yet so high
Oh sigh for summer days
Summer days
Laid sideways such as these
Time
To reflect, so
Then to reconnect
With oh so so many
Past
Beginnings
Forgiving
This living, this being alive
With skin
Our closest
Close companion
Here
Beside the
Whitest, the whitest
Wild White Campion
Skin
Cradled around
Your finger
The ring of gold
Of
Past times; last lines
Left to linger
Left, bereft
Or on the bright side
Of so so many memories
Thoughts now to remember
On this quiet, there she goes
Listen to her breeze
Listen to the upside breeze
